now up and at em it’s on, i was raised to be strong and mama told me be a thug since the day i was born i came up, out the gutter never changed my style got for real about my papers, cause the game was wild and the fame was a plot to try to change me and what’s strange is n-body knew my name ‘fore it came now the whole world is calling me a, killer all i ever did, was try to reach the kids with the real all the time i was ballin, never heard my friends callin couldn’t stop myself from fallin, i’m all in sh-t’s gettin sleazy, believe me best to take what ya need, but don’t be greedy cause in my mind, i see sunshine, i thought i didn’t have to run, now i’m duckin from the gun yellin, ‘one-time’ take your time to feel my record, and if you did chill a second, my blind method, will still wreck it my young homies stay strong i wonder if they’ll listen to a n-gg- when he gone, r u still down?

chorus: 2pac

raise em up… r u still down? (repeat 5x)

verse two: 2pac

i’m gettin high, so a n-gg- think he touch the sky turn tough inside, in the rush to die livin life as a thug time to face the truth what’s goin on with the wasted youth, please god come and save me (save me), had to work with what ya gave me and got a n-gg- goin crazy i can’t read the signs, i’m blind, but a n-gg- know he need his nine, cause times, they ain’t what they used to be ain’t a penitentiary built big enough for me and my n-gg-z on the streets, man listen cause these ain’t the old days ain’t no way i’ma bustin my -ss and gettin no pay it seems i can’t find my focus, and homey i ain’t paranoid i seen the future and it’s hopeless lord knows, its hard on a young scrub it seems i had less problems when i slung drugs but since i’m tryin lace n-gg-z with the game wanna see me locked in chains, tryin to dirty up my name and them same motherf-ckers that was callin me will be the first to turn their backs, when i’m fallin, see i should have seen it from the jump, but now it’s clear this one n-gg- got the town in fear, but r u still down

chorus

verse three: 2pac

i wrote this for my critics and my, enemies last year ya used to love me, huh remember me now ya hate me with a p-ssion, tryin to get me stuck in the mix i’m stayin sharp, got no time for them tricks and now they wonder if i’m goin to jail just as well, cause my life on the streets – a living h-ll and i can’t sleep, they got my phone tapped, and mercy lord come get me ‘fore they hurt me ran outta tears, and through the years couldn’t change me my daddy left me alone, and so i’m angry i never did nothin wrong, my mama told me, “baby it’s on” and now i’m hustlin and bustlin bones never said it came easy, i’m makin cheese buyin all the things on tv, and gettin skeezed wish my homeboys could see me now little bad motherf-cker runnin wild through the town please tell me, r u still down?

that’s right y’all, give them b-tches the motherf-ckin middle finger raisssse em up these hoes can’t fade me, don’t these b-tches know we crazy? thug life, n-gg-z, be, the sickest you feel me? now get that sh-t written down god d-mn! took four years and a motherf-ckin case for these motherf-ckers to feel me ain’t that a b-tch?

r u still motherf-cking down? old hoe -ss fake -ss n-gg-z we out this motherf-cker